BOTHERED

"Hey!" He whispers while on top of me, and I stroke his jaws to let him know that I can hear him. "I will feel like a complete jerk if you don't look at me." I know I have called him a jerk several times. I also don't know how it feels to be a jerk, but I know that it isn't a good feeling at all. I don't want him to feel anything like that after praising me so much while preserving my purity. How is that even possible? He is such a magical pleasure. I never knew something like that really existed until a while ago. I gather the little courage and strength left in me after all the trembling and moaning, and I open my eyes, meeting his.

"Tell me you are okay." He asks the moment my eyes meet his, and I slowly nod, which makes him smile.

"Are you okay?" I ask as my hand drops slowly to his chin, caressing his lower lip with my thumb.

He looks at me without saying anything, and then he leans and gives me one last kiss, which I welcome gladly.

"Thank you." He hums.

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